Somewhere between the ocean,
the journaling (which I so infrequently do)
the warm glances of the man I married
and the comfort of a King sized featherbed
I shed some angst.
Maybe it got carried away in the mouth of an attentive gull
or perhaps it slipped out through the open window as I read articles on couture and
ferried away with the surf two stories down from our warm fire-lit room...
but I know in whichever direction it went, it will serve its purpose and I bid it adieu
fondly and with respect.
I am lighter, well-held and ready for the wonderful guests I will welcome tomorrow evening at our city manse.
Creatively, the time spent doing little or nothing (save being) made me feel like there is so much room for movement now.
I can feel the tendrils of some new ideas beginning to wrap gently around the heart and hands, and I know that they involve leather.
Have you ever felt on the cusp of self-acceptance, on the very edge of living with little judgment? I can see the road from here, and it's fine.
I hope your weekend was incredible and refilled everything empty, and I hope you tell me all about it.